If there’s two things I write more about on this blog than anything else, it’s this: travels and weather. I feel like if I’m not traveling then I must be complaining about the extreme weather conditions I live in.
From my emotional distraught, one would think I spend my summers in the Sahara and my winters in the most northern corners of the Arctic. Alas, I am merely in Dallas, Texas. But really, it can be brutal! This winter has been exceptionally brutal at that. Mind you, I even had small reprieve when I went to India for a few weeks - only to be welcomed back by the Polar Vortex.
I’m all for getting bundled up and looking cute in my Ugg Boots and knitted beanies but let’s be real. It’s time to shed those layers and enjoy throwing on a simple t-shirt and shorts. Flip flops seem as ancient as when King Tut and Cleopatra first sported them on the streets of ancient Egypt. Naked toes in strappy sandals….what a concept…how foreign it feels.
Old man winter you have long over stayed your welcome. I exile you for the next 10 months only to return in time for a white Christmas. What’s that? OH, that’s right, I have no such powers. Here I am, frozen toes and all, praying for Jaykishan to fall asleep sooner rather than later,so I can secretly turn the thermostat a few degrees warmer in hopes for summer dreams as I sleep.
As I’d mentioned in my last post, there were a couple of “once in a lifetime” type of moments - so here they are!
Now it’s time to go through all the pictures and get a few posted on here!
I’ve been meaning to put up a recap of the trip to Turkey, so here it is! We visited Istanbul for about 4 days before we headed back to the good ole USA. I’ve bulleted my highlights below.
Istanbul was filled with a lot of “Once in a lifetime” type of moments so I’ve made another blog post to details those… more to come!
Yesterday, I had my first ever street food experience in India. In all the trips I have made to the Motherland I have never experienced the street food. Unless, one is on the “Food Poisoning” diet to lose quick 10 lbs, street food in India is usually avoided by tourists. To give you an idea what street food is, it’s basically our American version of food trucks. Our food trucks are like the great children of these Indian “Laaris” – aka Indian Food Trucks. Let’s be real in a country that is as old as Earth these Laaris were around way before food trucks.
Every night these Laaris come out and line up along a local street. They offer every cuisine from Pistachio flavored Ice Cream, Chinese, Indian, you name it. Jaykishan’s cousin was taking us “out” to dinner yesterday. How “out” I didn’t realize until we pulled up to these Laaris and hopped out.
Naturally, I had an internal panic attack, my thoughts exactly were:
“crap what am I going to do”
“I can’t eat this, I’ll die!”
“OMG, I’m going to die from food poisoning!!”
“I can’t say no, that’ll be rude”
“what do I do, what do I do!!!!!”
Looking to Jay was no use – we all know every trip, I must do something I don’t want to thanks to him. He was already narrowing down which Laaris he was going to visit. All I could do was say quick prayer to the food gods that I would be making no repeated to visits to the white throne in the next 24 hours and followed suit.
Luckily, his cousin did guide us to the laaris that are “suppose” to be clean and sanitary. Plus side is that you do get to see you food made right in front of you and the grill they cook the food is scorching hot. All I could hope for is that it was so hot it killed any and all bacteria. Seeing the fact that it’s been 24 hours and I’m sitting on this swing typing this entry and not laying in a hospital bed hooked up to any IV for dehydration from food poisoning has to be a good sign… Right?